Image courtesy of Gallery Artvera's, Geneva
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The softside of iron The breakdown of Tao The truth in motion The landscape of feeling The poetry of images The emotion of ink The paint and the spirituality All but none is mine Everything is yet by me Nothing escapes Nothing holds I am the passage In motion you see me In material I am hidden Way above the rituals Beyond the touchable I am invisible At times you can hear The whisper of landscape Deep inside a voice Far away hides an echo I am given or am I taken?
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The speed and process The known and the unknown Images and projection Far and Near Loud and Silent Running and standing still Motion in painting Breathing of words Moving away in my head An idea that keeps turning In my hand runs a river In my eyes flies a bird Water falls in my heart I am wordless Only the iron to show Black ink that seizes me Emotion of impression Right now in this moment I want to be seen As new life of steel Innocence of wood Spirit in projection
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Art as unseen Art to be told Art to be lived I am in discovery A new way of art Surprises keep coming Through my life as normal From people that bring Ideas to ideas Concepts match concepts Meaning of landscape No matter how far Unlocked in the script A letter that shines Expression completes Technique becomes void Time now to depart To a place I call An innate mountain An unborn landscape where art that I seek Through the Tao I know
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